Friday, July 26, 2013

We drove by a house today with two brick columns leading up to the front porch. On the top of each column sat a large cement-gray frog. It was a small modest house, and the frogs seemed like they should be guarding a vast old mansion with overgrown bushes and ancient trees with tired limbs.

Didn't get a photo of it, but this guy is pretty close. Imagine two of them, Sentinel Frogs.

I swear, if we ever win the lottery, our house will be out of control with things like this. I dare say bat-shit crazy.

Frog shit crazy lottery syndrome, I have it too. I recently told someone that I would love to buy a sprawling old home to use solely as a "Halloween home" and have a secluded, 60s modern style as main residence.

The H house could even be a near year round experience with different artists coming in to modify and personalize for extended runs. Dare to dream.

TOTALLY a chinese restaurant.It would be GREAT. A massive Frog statue by the door.

we always had tree frogs as pets growing up. My father would wake us and call us downstairs where there'd be a moth flying around the ceiling above a lamp. He'd say "Boys, there's a moth in the house. Capture it and feed it to your bugs."